Honeymoon's over

Caroline announced her birthday on her social media but nobody responded other than liked. So I took this opportunity to lure her to be more personal to me. I left a message on her birthday to let her book me instead for a VIP package as a late birthday present. It worked.

Last time she didn't respond. I had to book her through her assistant as usual. I find it rather impersonal because I was visiting her home anyway. This time, I think if she didn't respond I could have found somebody else over the weekend. It was fun until I wanted to make sure that she will get my direct messages from then on. She told me to go through her assistant because she doesn't want to go behind his back. I'm so not special!

I was late for maybe 5 minutes but I was trying to get lucky to get a parking space quick. It ended up later and it took me 10 minutes to walk to her house. While I parked I texted her assistance. While I was waiting a few minutes for a reply Caroline messaged me directly asking me if I turned up. What a screw up by me. But I'm glad that it happened so I got to see her true color.

Now, today she did look like she dressed up and made up for me for the VIP package. There was music too. But then she asked me if I wanted the VIP package or not. My heart sank but I tried to be cheerful. I am so not special. Instantly, I know she was running late because of me being late. She wasn't picking a good day to receive her birthday present. She just fit me into her tight schedule.

Then the phone kept dinging. I excused her last time but this time there is no excuse. She just acted as if it was not happening. Last time I asked if she needed to attend to the phone she acted as if there was nothing, like saying "What phone?".

Sex was good as usual. But she was a bit off because she was running late and worrying.

I liked to cuddle her after as usual. Being a very nice man, I discovered that I could still tell the time at the large digital clock even though I was at the corner of the bed glancing almost to the ceiling with a very small viewing angle against the clock face. My time was up if I were on time. I was a little surprised how long we cuddled. So I got up and asked her what time was it so I was not mistaken. To my surprise, she said don't worry, she set a timer and went over to check. I had 20 minutes left. My heart sank again. I was so not special! Was she trying to send me a message? So cruel at that. Could she have told me she needed to receive an important casting call or attend a casting?

Of course, I went to the bathroom to clean up. I would have left if I knew the time. We kissed goodbye a lot as usual and I left, leaving her to do whatever she was scheduled to do.

Last time at her home I felt weird. I booked her in the morning for a same day lunchtime meeting on a Monday, when she told me would be more convenient for her. She scheduled me 30 min later than the usual time. When I got there I had to wait 20 minutes. She looked very different. She was semi-naked in a robe instead of in casuals. Her short blonde haidr is more curly. Her makeup is pale rather than pinkish. Her eye add-ons were Asian rather than Western. She still had her nose ring on but tucked in! I know she has a nose ring from her old pictures. But if she takes it off you wouldn't tell. She looked intellectual with glasses. And she is a commercial model.

The phone kept dinging and she acted as if it's wasn't. She seemed a bit off, sad or disappointed. I sympathized with her because she told me she was on hold for an important call. She told me through her assistant which is rather convenient without having to act like it's not a lie.

To compensate, she did rather well and told me personal things. She told me I am always welcomed any day. I was out of my mind and mentioned Sunday because there's no traffic. I was talking about Sundays in general but she was asking me to come the next Sunday. My face could have said it all. I didn't want to pay her every week as if I wasn't seeing her enough. But she thought I wasn't free that Sunday. She even asked me to swing my schedules before giving up.

Since she asked nicely I wanted to surprise her. But it was probably the wrong Sunday. Was it the next Sunday she was talking about, which is her birthday? I feel so special. That's why I left her the special birthday offer, letting her to book me instead.

I didn't fault her. But I was puzzled. Could she has that many clients, lining them up on a Monday lunchtime? She could have already seen someone before me. Her makeup and outfit may show that she was caming. But it doesn't pay that well compared to what I pay her. Could it be her sugar daddy? But visiting on such an odd hour and quick?

Now I think she is on social media doing the #sugarbaby thing. So she has to look good for the cam. So she can use her spare time to go on cam soliciting. And that explains that she could have many other clients other than where I came from. That's why she needs an assistant for her busy schedule.

I thought the phone dinging was one off but it was not. I felt so not special. Actually, violated. So much disrespect when she is so good at making you feel special. I thought she forgot my wallet but she remembered to bring it to me between the two home visits.

There are no hard feelings. I feel good ending this way. I always look for excuses to dump somebody. She would blame herself instead of the loser running out of money. I just wish her luck. She may even have a live-in boyfriend like a struggling musician. That's so miserable for them. She is a small time model doing odd jobs for commercials, maybe a classy waitress on the side. But she is into it having to maintain a social media presence. (May be it's only good for the sugar baby gig.) What does she expect being mid-20's? If she is going to break out, she will be hitting 30. Actress maybe but model? There are so many young models. Maybe she needs the money to complete her low paying professional degree. But she said it just the final year and she could go back to it just like that. Good luck.

Reunited 3

Last time when I saw Caroline, I waited maybe 5 weeks so as not to give her the wrong signal that I am loaded. I saw her again to reward her for her effort of capturing me, more than anything else. And since she didn't come to visit, I was in no hurry to visit her home. It takes time and effort to receive guests in your home and to prepare herself just for me. You know she isn't living in a modern apartment or a porshe studio.

In addition, I sensed that her heart sank and her face turned stone cold when I told her casually that last month my cash ran out all because of her. I just sensed; I wasn't looking for the truth nor the verification. It may be, "Fuck! I wasted my time". But more likely she could be disappointed that I hinted that I won't be seeing her that often, maybe never. I think that she changed her mind about giving me where her social media account is. I had to remind her of it.

Who would post your own cute childhood picture on social media all of a sudden? It's time for a welfare check! I'm such a nice person. I texted her screener, giving her the choice of coming to visit soon or I would visit her. Her screener is so nice that I suspected that it's herself. I was expecting my phone to blink in minutes while I went into the shower. It didn't. So I assumed she was busy with something, the reason she didn't come visit for a while. So I enjoyed a long shower.

But I was wrong. Her screener did reply within minutes. The Hangout app behaved differently. The screener asked me if I wanted to visit her before he/she called her. Everything was set. She was too happy to have me.

I arrived, drove around, found a parking space with 10 minutes to spare. I ended up waiting for maybe up to half an hour. For the first time, I felt that her screener may be real. First he/she told me Caroline asked for 5 more minutes to prepare. Then he/she tried to call her for what happened but apparently didn't get through.

I had no problem waiting. It's not like she bumped me for another client or her last client didn't leave on time. But being alone parking next to the meter, all sorts of thought came up, good or bad. I don't think she turned her home into a high volume brothel. She should be far from that desperate. But if she is, her acting is top notch. I really don't mind as I'm getting what I paid for.

Maybe she was getting rid of her boyfriend first and erased his obvious tracks. Or she could be waiting for her boyfriend to leave, who doesn't know what she's doing. In this case, I wouldn't fancy being her boyfriend and I am in a better position that I prefer.

A young woman like her will be very much like Chanel, the original, a natural born liar. Maybe she couldn't find the gift I gave her that she said she hanged it up. Either she was telling the truth or she found it after 30 minutes. But she did forget or couldn't find the rotten empty 2nd wallet that I left last time.

The official story was that somebody put her on hold during an important call. It is plausible. But when I finally went in another wave of thought came to my head. In the last two times, she was very casual, wearing shorts, T-shirts and didn't nothing to her straight short hair. She did makeup obviously, but you won't see it unless you were close within feet.

This time she was all dolled up, her hair stylishly curved with mousse. She had eyelash attachments. She had obviously more makeup on that looked great. She was wearing a sexy pajama robe with nothing in it except for an underpants. If she did all that for me I'm so honored. She didn't even have that eyelash attachment when she came to town. Her hair wasn't even that well done sometimes.

Maybe she woke up late and looked awful after a weekend of partying? Maybe she did that for another VIP client? But it was mid-day.

Her phone did bib a lot in low volume but she ignored it. If BP was still there I would think she also takes those clients. It doesn't pay well but it's quick money when you need it. I thought about that before but she looked so casual. This time she was all dolled up and seemed more probable. Yes, BP is gone but girls had been using all sorts of dating sites. I learned enough not to go into that.

Yes, she kissed the most but the tongue wasn't her thing. The cowgirl was a show and I enjoyed it, with hand-holding and breast squeezing. I was finally going to do a standing doggy on her but her bed was way too high, and her long legs didn't help. But she clung to the bed in a rather awkward position so I could penetrate, doggy style. I did it rough and I knew she liked it in the sense that she knew even though she looked like a teen model, she is competing with all the teens and all those claiming to be teens.

I sensed that her face turned stone cold when I didn't come with all her multimedia encouragements and efforts and asked her to get ready for the final missionary. Once in, I tried to kiss her but she wasn't putting up her lips. There's something off about her so I didn't push. My finale wasn't spectacular either, though she was trying to get an orgasm all alone, or the pretense of it.

With sex out of the way, she was working for the next time. She told me she was a recovering alcoholic, sober for a long time though she still drinks socially. She asked me to touch her bumps behind her head when she was hurt because of drinking.

I wondered if it was too much trouble for her to receive me at her home. She said I'm welcomed anytime.  Maybe I'm really paying too much. I burst out if I could see her on Sundays when there's little traffic. Immediately she told me she will be free the next two Sundays after some commercial work. And she went on to ask if I will come in the morning or afternoon because she will only be free in the late afternoon and after. Ooops, bad mistake. Really, it was too late. She begged me to come like a little girl. My facial expression said it all. Luckily, she would be thinking that I can't come that late, not that I want to come some Sundays after a month, or two.

Now I come to understand a little more about the Trump base. Not that she cared to support anybody. The great America that the rest of the world knows has free high school education, all the great colleges and all the technologies in the world. But if you were born in the flyover states, attending an average rotten school as an average kid, what chance do you have?

If you are too pretty to stay and rot, what do you do? She got out by studying for a low paying profession and took a break to follow her Hollywood dream. Certainly, she isn't doing too well as she is doing it for at least a year now. I can't imagine she living there all alone. If she is living with a boyfriend they would be very miserable. If she is living alone she has nobody. I know because I know where her social media is. If I were her it's hard to go back home.

Lives tough. Even when she was or is working in a classy club/restaurant, someone said that she stood like a sore thumb. Sure yes. This is LA and she is tall, pale white with blue eyes.

I hope her commercials work out and she will be posting more happy updates. Or I'll have to do more welfare checks, lol. Maybe I should go next Sunday hoping for some rewards?

Reunited 2

Life is so interesting with all these twist and turns.

I knew this car is trouble, or the driver, probably a young woman (and sorry for saying this!). This car was in the fast lane, seemed to be in a hurry, but never got anywhere fast, for I was driving in a 3-point mode mostly in cruise mode to control my speed. There were few cars on the freeway but I caught up with her a few times.

In low-speed cruise mode, I was catching up with her again; it seemed that she even couldn't keep the car in the lane during a gentle curve. With only she and me, it seemed that inevitably I was overtaking her in the fast lane. Just when my car was right next to her, she decided to overtake the car way in front of her, signaled, changed lane, and was going to hit me. I made a hard turn right to avoid the collision. Luckily, I knew there were no cars on my right; we passed them all.

I looked at the replay on my dash cam. I turned so hard that it looked as if I was hit. And I felt I was going to be hit so I turned so hard. Her right signal blinked only one once when she turned, meaning that she didn't look at all. The right blindspot is easy to see if she looked. I wasn't even in the blind spot. My headlight was next to her side mirror.

It's OK to be a new driver. But you should stay at home on Friday, 15th! She seemed to be late, staying in the fast lane, didn't know what she was doing. It's OK to be aggressive. Aggressive new drivers will learn fast or be eliminated soon. There was absolutely no sign, no reason for her to change lane. My only mistake was doing nothing. I should have stepped on the accelerator and passed her in one sec rather than 10 with the cruise control. But if I had fewer points I would have left her a hundred miles behind.

The next morning, near the same stretch of the freeway there were three traffic-stopping crashes on both directions within miles.

I had time to reflect in the traffic jam. I could have gone last night for a stupid mistake by someone clueless. Life is so fragile and so unpredictable. What did I do? I went for a massage. Usually, it didn't well without doing research beforehand. But they promised a lineup on the ad! It wasn't to be. I didn't regret wasting my time and money but my other resource.

On a peaceful Sunday, I was supposed to do the taxes at the last minute. It wasn't but usually, it came to that. But I just couldn't do it, as usual. The Friday 13th incident was a good excuse, though my heart beat wasn't even accelerated. My heart pounds every now and then when I almost couldn't stop in time even with electric assisted breaking. Yes, even after I got three points. But I never hit the car in front, not even in the pile-up.

I browsed the pretty pictures at leisure. There weren't many pickings on a Sunday. But it beats a massage at random. Now, this pretty girl caught my eyes. I recognized her pictures. She was so my cup of tea from the neck down, both front and back; she didn't show her face. I would have no second thought taking a risk on her but there were so many others like her but more glamorous, having blonde hair, blue eyes, silly prices. But there was only her on that day, between Friday 13th and the tax deadline.

I felt a little weird when I met her. She looked familiar but if I had met such a pretty girl with a perfect young body, I would not forget! The thought passed me like a light breeze and I would have forgotten all about it if not for life's twists and turns. I was immediately drawn to her pretty face and picture perfect body.

She wore makeup, probably a lot, but she went for the naked look with or without intention. She had straight fine back length hair and perfect teen body slightly fuller than a teen model. The hotel room is bright and she moved around in a two-piece underwear hiding nothing.

Strangely, she had a cold and fake voice that made me at ease. She has a teen voice with a pitch higher than a mature woman.

When I came out of the shower she was naked. I heart lifted and so did everything else, lol. What I didn't see in her pictures turned out to be way better than I expected, her pretty face, her fine hair, skin tone, and texture. Best of all, she got a pair of perfect smallish tits.

Somehow I sat on the bed. She walked to me and I kept her standing there, enjoying her breasts. I squeezed them harder and harder, asking her if she was OK every step of the way. When I wasn't asking and looking at her reactions, I was sucking harder and harder. She was helping with her own hands when I was gentle in between.

In bed, I tried to start from her toes. She dismissed me with her fake voice. Maybe she was barefoot all day long. Usually, it didn't matter unless she was going to kiss me, a lot.

Then I kissed her legs and up to her pussy. I went down on her with my stiff tongue. Her very light, slightly higher pitch moaning sounded familiar. But I didn't think twice about it. I flipped her over and went down on her ass. OMG, it was air-tight pretty. No matter how I dine I couldn't break the airlock. She was enjoying it the same before I flipped her, all the light and girly pitch moaning.

I was already 200% satisfied with her when she blew me. Only that it was pretty good, she put my whole cock into her mouth just short of deep throating. She even crawled forward to kiss me before changing over to ride me. Yes, I already french kissed her with tongue and she passed with an A.

Since I got DFK missionary every time, I remembered my old favorite standing doggy. I said, "doggy", got out of bed and she knew what to do. After some warm-up, I pounded faster and deeper, doing welfare checks on her in each and every step. Before the finale, I gave her a few really deep sharp thrusts that jerked her whole body.

Since she is my new straight A student, I couldn't resist but to flipped her over for the final missionary. With her head high on the pillow, I didn't think she would kiss but I twisted my head and home in her mouth anyway. Not only that she didn't resist, soon I got her tongue. And we kept at it, above and below. And in the heat of the moment, I got the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes, the whole tongue, not possible to get any more unless the tongue was severed. I felt so desirable. I felt her great desire to please me and keep me.

As if the ending wasn't perfect enough, she squeezed me hard to my pleasant surprise. Some women fake orgasm that way. Some show that there are plenty of mileage left in them. Jordon used me as the tool for a kegel exercise to keep her tighter longer. She just did it to please me and I'm not sure why.

But since she was so nice I stayed on top of her for a while longer without the risk of being pushed or otherwise hinted. Now, this is important PSA. Keep your arms around me if you don't mind me to stay on top for a while. And if I rolled over, roll into my arm and cuddle. If you don't hate it what do you have to lose? Afraid of rejection? "Will you love me the next morning?" But I'm paying for your time, all shame on me if there are any.

Before I went into the shower, I doubled back to collect all my clothes getting them ready when I would be done. I didn't know why. It just happened. I found her at the sink trying to freshen up her makeup quick before the mirror. Freshen up is an understatement. She has a large square color palette with at least 36 or more colors. With her cold fake voice, she joked that I was afraid that she stole my clothes. There was really no reason other than I wanted to make the cleanup operation as smooth as possible.

In the tranquility of the shower, it dawned on me why she looked familiar. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. I couldn't resist but asked her if she knew Pretty School Girl. I thought it was her cousin who she learned from, in particular, the color palette and the paint brushes. If it was her sister I would be evilly pleased.

"I'm Pretty Schoolgirl", she said as a matter of fact way without flinching. I was speechless. I should have known. There is only one girl that is so seriously into that kind of music; I don't know what kind. When I hinted her to fetch the condom, she came up instantly and crawled quickly to the nightstand, only to skip the current song, telling me that she didn't even know the song. Then she kept on blowing, not getting my hint at all. Her moaning is exactly the same, but now she moaned on both sides.

On the other hand, I knew she was gone for good; she never returned since I last requested her. After a year or so she deleted her account. I didn't realize at the time that her ad says she is 19, the same age she claimed a few years earlier. But she didn't age a bit.

And she has been back for half a year at least. Now, I picked her twice all because of her pictures. Last time, I decided on her after auditioned so many girls. But it was too late. She decided it was not worth it when she wasn't hot property anymore. I was the few left who didn't worth the trouble when she turned up once a while.

She never cared too much; it was she who brought up Chanel II. Is Chanel such a nice girl that everybody helps her out? Chanel told me that PSG introduced her to some big clients. It would be a dream team but I don't think they can go nasty on each other. It would be spectacular to see them make each other orgasm. I don't think I can DFK them in turn with the same passion when I am alone with only one of them. Even Caroline's screener mentioned Chanel. We left it at that because I don't suppose he/she is right to mention other girls' name, and I have enough girls to handle. She had the most potential but since I saw her only once at my beginning of some less fortunate time, I would leave it at that rather than trying to reignite the passion I left a few years ago.

Vivid in my mind was the text from Chanel to PSG, while we were talking naked next to each other after sex. I told her it was PSG who mentioned her and I finally booked her because of that. Chanel immediately texted her, thanking her without words and boosting at the same time about her good catch.

What a difference a year makes, or two. Previously, PSG's idea of DFK was touching my lips with the tip of her tongue for two seconds. I don't know if she was afraid of catching something from me or she was just not into me. I was sure if she was the same to others, she would have received a lot of complaints. Maybe that explains her dwindling client base. But she didn't need to care.

Now, for the first time, I know the feeling of having the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes,  I vacuumed hard uncontrollably when I was fucking her at the same time. But I couldn't have sucked her whole tongue into my mouth if she wasn't willing and took the initiative.

The tax return was easy so I ended up early this year. Immediately I left a message for her screener that I wanted stress relief and a VIP package when she is next available. I wasn't hopeful since according to her record she only turns up once every fortnight to a month. But the next day I received a response from her screener only to find out that he/she tried to sell me another girl. I had to turn him/her down because I had too many girls to handle unexpectedly when I wanted only one, and she was Caroline; it was about time to visit her private home. I got everything I wanted from the three girls. A great picture or two won't do it. A whole gallery may help but I was afraid to ask for it because I didn't want to waste other people's time. The chance that I would try a new girl is low.

I and PSG are like two immortals among mortals, running into and picking each other lifetime after lifetime without trying. Well, maybe just me, lol. I picked her twice among thousands of girls based only on her pictures. The real person is much more than her pictures. Well, Chanel may possibly be better but I wouldn't know. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance. Caroline is an amazing woman who captured me. The Schoolgirl Next Door will get my time when it's too soon to see Caroline and while PSG isn't there.

Reunited

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Valentine

Rather than spending the V day with somebody, I picked somebody to receive my V day gift instead. That somebody was Caroline of course. I don't book people on V day because she may be expecting too much. And if everybody wants her I may be rejected if I'm not the top dog. I'd rather spend some quality time with her before the day.

I read that a working girl suggested a sun catcher as a gift idea. If you don't know what's that like me, it's a congregation of prisms to defract sunlight into rainbows. I picked a big crystal that is beautiful to look at all by itself. I bet she prefers a gift card so I included both. The crystal is like flag planting at her home so she remembers me all the time. This is small, beautiful and functional; I hope she has no reason not to hang it near the windows. I made a V card too that resembles a past Visa campaign if she is old enough to remember.

I think she lives on a previous street lamp manufacturing site. The manufacturer is still there but part of the site was converted into "apartments". According to satellite photos, there is a row of longish warehouses and I think they turned into two houses each on either end. Some homeless people camped nearby on the walls of the manufacturer where nobody cares. On the other sides, there are apartments for singles and two-level residential buildings.

Actually, her apartment is not bad at all. She is a bit proud to say "my house". Around all the chaos, her apartment complex is rather green; there are trees providing plenty of shades. There are even plants in the front yards! You don't know it's a row of converted warehouses. The size of her apartment is good. One apartment building in central Santa Monica has a kitchenette, a bed with a tiny bit of extra space as in a small hotel room. Her bedroom combined with the lobby and living room is rather spacious in comparison. She has a good-sized kitchen that is also a walk-in closet and probably the dining room too. She has a bathtub in her bathroom; some new boutique hotels have just a shower stall.

Security is a concern for a young white girl in that neighborhood. But it's way better than some anonymous giant apartment buildings when you have to go through multi-story car parks and the cramped lifts. Her house is the first on the complex with an entrance right on the street, opposite an elementary school. If she finds someone to escort her home in the evenings there's no reason to fear.

As she has no one to impress, that is really a sufficient place to live. If she has rent protection, there's really no reason to move.

Maybe she's happy there. When I started I lived above the printer's and almost moved above a frozen food store. But a lot of lesser women than her would love to live in a 3-bed house, push a stroller every other day and shop. I guess there's a price to follow your dreams.

She slipped that she came here at 14. If that's actually 18 or 19, she is just about 30 now.  This makes her more special; looking like a teen model at 25 is a lot easier than 30. She is so nice to look at, particularly naked.

I asked her if she really lives there; she showed me her cat's toy. But the cat looked so different. Maybe last time she was hungry and a haircut was long overdue.

Hollywood 2

Caroline ran out to open the gate in a school PE uniform with a t-shirt and a short. It was natural in the suburbs but surreal in East Hollywood. She is too pretty for that. She was as pretty as the last time I say her even without her styling gel on her short hair, now looked more like a school girl cut.

Her house is so close to the entrance that I felt weird. Now maybe it was a converted garage; they fenced off the old driveway and convert everything in the old compound into living spaces. They also added steps in front of the garage so it didn't look like a garage.

At this point, still, I was expecting her apartment to be a sanctuary amid the East Hollywood chaos. But it was not to be. When you enter the door, you can see a small bed next to the wall by the street. There is a partition wall so there is a living "room" area leading to the "bedroom" area. The kitchen is wide open to the "bedroom". Behind the partition is the bathroom. So everything is square with little separation. There is a narrow long bench table along the living room with a slim but old portable on it. There is stuff everywhere.

This is certainly a woman's house. I can't say that the stuff is neatly piled up but if it were a man's house, it would be a chaotic dump. One wall in the "kitchen" is devoted to hanging clothes with bags, more than any typical walk-in closet in California. The tower hanger in the bathroom is occupied with layers of something like scarfs.

Her apartment is very lived in, like for a long time. Everything is old, bathroom rub, bed sheet.

Under the outdoor sun, I realized that she is a bit out of place in California. Her skin is too pale for a native, amplified by her short.

Basically, we did the same thing last time in a 4-star boutique hotel instead of a converted garage with piles of stuff. We kissed standing up until I peeled off her clothes. I kissed her perfect breasts and went down on her. When the tension seemed to be diminished, I went down further on her legs but she seemed to be guiding me back to where I was. I really don't know what kind of finishing school she came from.

In my mind, I prepared different scenarios of how I would ask her to wash her feet and how to torture her.  But I had no desire to check the bathroom and there would be too many obstacles to lift her out. And there were too many things to do and too little time of 30 minutes.

I flipped her over to go for her starfish. This time she knew to lie comfortably while I did my things. I sort of hinted to ask if she minded. Not only that she didn't, she was enjoying it, turning on a subtle soundtrack.

This time I came fully prepared. I enjoyed the blowjob looking at her and not looking, knowing that she wouldn't stop unless I told her to. And I didn't need to stop her because I was invincible until she slipped in her hands. For the ride, I took the effort to check her out like a piece of art or a piece of porn so I could remember her better. Since I didn't tell her to stop, she was trying to make me and herself cum. I could see on her face that it would be hard but it could be working if I let her try. Instead, I put her down squarely on the bed, went on top, put myself in her and started kissing.

I pounded her a lot harder than last time while kissing her. Practice and mental preparation works. Her "bed" was a bit bouncy so there was a lot to show for my effort. So we went up and down, up and down with her juice flowing all over. This time it was her who vacuumed me to keep our lips together while I concentrated on the pounding. It was so lovely to look at when I remembered to open my eyes.

When I was about to finish I needed so much concentration that I had to let go of her lips and held her tight. Then I collapsed on top of her and inside her. She held me like that until I got off to clean up. The cat was in the bathroom then.

Again she held my neck to kiss goodbye. I liked her just the same but the lovely feeling was distracted by overwhelming thoughts about her everything. She is more like a struggling actress in Hollywood than a struggling model. I was less sure about the tension in her body but the juice had to be real. The effort she put on her face had to be real. And fortunately, she didn't talk a lot and there was little chance acting.

She wrote about wanting to be a nurse in her profile and she did look like a nurse. Remember Rebecca? I was going to talk to Carol about what I know about nurses and she could be living near a hospital. But one glance at her nails I know that she couldn't be.

First, is she overcharging me and by how much? When she comes to our 4-star hotels she worth every bit of the money she charges. Now if she is desperate enough she can just advertise on Backpages and get more money per day than the hassle of traveling through the traffic. I can handle this by not dealing with it. It's not my business to deal with it. As long as she is giving my money's worth like the first two times, I can't fault her.

I'm honored to be invited to her home. She does like me one way or the other. Maybe she invites everybody who will come. Maybe she picks those who can blend in, like boyfriends, friends and casting agents. At least she feels safe about me but maybe she is desperate enough.

Is that really her home? She could be borrowing a girl friend's home, but who will let somebody fuck with strangers on her bed? Some desperate people? Is that really her bed? Such a seemingly classy person has to be desperate to let nasty people leaving nasty things on her bed. Unless it's nice people she likes.

Can such a young pretty girl live alone in that part of the city? She could be living with her boyfriend but she probably won't be that passionate. Maybe her boyfriend doesn't know. But the bed is too small for two. It's hard to hide things but I didn't check.

Now I doubt if she can afford such a good booker. Maybe it's those sort of mentors taking care of new girls. Maybe it's one of her friends. Maybe it's Chanel 2 whose turn of duty to do the bookings. Maybe it's herself all along! Wow, such a simple and useful revelation that never dawned on me.

Next time I know what to look for if there is next time. Certainly, I like to go to her home if she allows me. So much connection. I'm not a lot better than I had to let go of Chanel 2 last time. But I can find something to sell, or can I?

The player goes to Hollywood

I saw the ad of a young blonde that pleased my eyes. But my jaws dropped when I got her price list. So I asked around if she's worth it. Certainly, a guy responded with similar responses from others. I saw that his conquest included more of the same that I haven't met so I couldn't resist asking him to recommend someone else before this young blonde come visit again. He just gave me a full shortlist that is strongly recommended; I drooled on their photos before but he gave me a push to really engage.

Girls of the same type usually don't come out to play all at once. Somehow they spaced out each other for the availability whether they belong to the same booker, agency or independent. But in that week, all of them arrived though not on the same day but with overlapping. They came and go but I had the opportunity to engage the last on his list.

Being at the end of the list, maybe she's the oldest at 25 or she's the most expensive. I barked at her high price but I wasn't surprised. Chanel 2 billed a brain surgeon $700 for 30 minutes. And I don't want to know how many thousands these sugar babies bill their daddies.

Claimed to be 25 and a model, Caroline looks like a white blonde teen model - leggy long limbs, small chest, streamlined, stylish neck length short hair. I booked her for half hour to see how it's possible, a teen model at 25.

She didn't disappoint a tiny bit. Maybe I missed the word fitness before model. Every vegetarian over 25 will die for her body. She has just enough makeup on to highlight all her good features; you have no idea if she has anything to hide. Her stylish short hair compliments everything else. She is a Barbie doll.

I think I'm qualified to write the escorts' playbook. They all seem to follow what I've been writing, lol. Before I could think of anything else, she walked into me, arms around my neck, and starting kissing me, the DFK type.  Now, that's count as the first kiss that you may remember for the rest of your life and she did it with flying colors, or you can say a lot of tongue and passion.

I eased the tension and passion a bit to see if that's too much for her. But no, she just kept coming and kissing. We just stood there fully clothes. I am not a clock watcher but sure she held the record.

Then I couldn't resist checking her breast and they were perfect if you like those. I ping-ponged about big and small, fake and real. My current settlement is on model type small ones, real ones, as long as they look and feel great. Perfect. I pulled down the shoulder strap on one side of her top to release her left breast. Then we continued marathon kissing with something more to grab on to.

At first, I thought she mistook my booking to be for one hour. These things happen; people just think the best out of me when they see me. But then the way she just went for it may be the way to save time - no ice-breaking conversation, no sanitary rinse. She is highly motivated by her really really expensive rate but I didn't break my bank - a win-win.

She is a local all-American girl but I doubt if she got her training, or the lack of it, from somewhere else. When we all got naked in bed we started kissing all over again. When I was dinning on her she seemed to be very tense and wanted to cum. Or that's the way she wanted to get her juice flowing without any help.

And if she's onto something that I enjoyed, she would keep at it as long as I was good. That's how she let me ate her, how she blew and how she rode me. She didn't think about time; she always waited for my instruction to proceed to the next stage.

She has lovely feet and toes too; totally expected for those long slender limbs. I did take the effort to notice that she walked barefoot. But it was Hyatt. So I went for them anyway but not all the way; her big toe was slightly salty. I noticed that it may be the US version of boutique hotels; big-name luxury hotels mushrooming up in expensive neighborhoods but with small footprints, don't even have bathtubs.

She took on the doggie position when I just wanted to admire her ass closely. So I had a nice view of her pink starfish when I was admiring intimately. She was very comfortable with it and kissed me just the same after, lol.

She is the perfect replacement for Apple, though a very expensive one, who would come down low after all warmed up riding to kiss me eye to eye. And after she put me in carefully and all the warming up, I wouldn't do anything else without access to her face, or precisely her mouth. So I got on top of her, put one arm around of her neck and started kissing and pumping at the same time.

After I cum she was very comfortable with me staying on top of her and inside her for the warmth. She caressed my back too as if she had no concept of the clock. When I thought that was too much too long, I pulled out and rolled over; she rolled into my arm and held me close.

I didn't want to give her too much hope of upgrading to VIP status, this time or next. So I retreated humbly to the shower room to clean up after giving her a peck on her forehead. As a routine, I asked her when she will be available again. But she was trying to tell me something different, like what day of the week is more convenient for me. I didn't know what to say and she didn't think it matters to pursue. The importing thing is, she put her arms around me and kissed me goodbye, a deep one, making sure that I will be back. I usually do after that.

After that encounter, I thought about her all the time. I drove in autopilot mode, the rare courtesy one. I have to stop myself smiling at the inappropriate time. I have the feeling of falling in love when I wasn't even looking. I discovered Chanel 2 when I was actively auditioning a lot of girls. If she kissed me like that I would have sold everything to keep seeing her again.

Caroline did say she liked me but I just took it as the other compliments like I am good (at oral sex). I didn't take those seriously and I didn't give her the chance to go into more details. But I think she has to like me somehow to kiss me that much. Even if she is desperate to keep well-paying clients, she doesn't need to do that much.

Caroline is everything that I have been looking for when I was looking. She treated me better than all the Chanels. I don't know how pretty she is without makeup, but shoulder to shoulder, she can blow the others away. Well, everything except the price.

Before I went home that day, I decided to impress her that I'm not cheap, but I'm not paying her full hour price either. I decided to do two half hours back to back, the 2nd half when I fully recovered from that day. I knew her overhead isn't the same but I had a hunch that she is different.

I saw her after the 666 crash. On the day of the 1000 crash, I texted her helper to book her again. It was a long shot since no response is the usual response. But soon, the reply is yes but I have to see her in her Hollywood apartment. Wow, that is more than I am looking for, a local girl that is not escorting full time but available every day. With her own place, I could be paying her close to Chanel, my truely ATF.

Despite my urge to drive to LA immediately, it was an impossibility as I have to spend 4 hrs round trip in the traffic to see her for half. But I was paid to go to LA the next day. So I checked everything and made the booking. With Google Maps' help, I was good at crossing and getting into LA in all directions. And I know when to trust it and when not to.

Her helper told me to text her to confirm the next morning. But in the evening I almost missed his (or her) text. I was so worried that the appointment was jinxed. I bragged about it vaguely in some obscure forums. I replied only to find out that she wanted to know if I was allergic to cats! OMG! A cat! I was so worried! Of course not!

I felt so good that she thought about me and the next day appointment in the evening. I bet she was planning for everything perfect. Of course, I thought of her all the time. I felt so VIP when her helper asked, "Half hour?", when I made the booking.

I have to say this booker/helper/screener of her is so good. Now if Caroline is not working the whole day her helper shouldn't be on call all day to take care of a cat. And if Carol is working the whole day she won't be thinking about if me and her cat will get along. Amazing.

That is not all. When I first book Carol, her booker just told me that she was Chanel 2's booker too. WTF? I saw Chanel 2 once over a year ago. I did try to book her again maybe twice but her old booker passed her to her new booker.  And that's how he remembered me? I don't buy it. Of course, he checked my history to see who I saw. But he would have to do it all the time. Why me? Why Chanel? Maybe I'm famous without knowing it. I do bullshit on other platforms but not like this. Maybe he heard about me spending a thousand or two on Barbara. I would be more comfortable with that. I replied that Chanel 2 is great but Carol is amazing; I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

I was supposed to check-in at 9 am but I got a text from her booker 5 minutes earlier. What a booker she has! And I was supposed to report when I started heading over to Hollywood. Wow, that much work? Or she was that thoughtful or careful? I understand, if I am not so good at crossing LA at will, I won't promise to go there in the middle of the day. There is a narrow window of possibility and not even locals will be certain of it.

I knew Hollywood is an interesting place especially the eastern part where her "apartment" is. I didn't really believe she lives there; it may be a motel, a private apartment rented out hourly for that purpose or her friend's house.  You don't bring a stranger home after a one night stand. Maybe she just liked me that much or she's desperate.

The closer I got, the more I believed that she lived there; there is no reason for doing business there. I was expecting her to be living in a stylish minimalist apartment in a lower rent or even run down part of town. I parked in a busy strip mall and got her address. I should have walked because it would be impossible to find parking space. But being in the middle of the day, I saw one opening. I had to practice my long lost cross-Atlantic tail-first parking. I succeed maybe the 5th time. It wasn't too bad. I got the 1st half right so all I had to do was going back and forth a few yards each time to practice turning the wheel sharper. And nobody was watching, I hope.

To say that her apartment is behind the white picket fence is a stretch. The color is far from white, if it ever was, due to age. It's really not a fence but large pieces of wood to hide the chain fence at the back. And everywhere is flat without any buildings. I came across these apartments before. It is a fenced area or you can say a gated area with a few to tens of structures, be it traditional houses, two-story or more buildings, or any other converted structures. I had fond memories.

Her apartment is on a narrow street right opposite an elementary school. I tried to open the fence gate but it was locked. Just when I was wondering I was at the wrong apartment, Caroline ran of her house to open it for me. 

Oh my ego

It started when I was going home on a dark desert highway. Well, most of the state is built on the desert anyway. I was lonely or horny that I didn't remember. I stopped to call a phone number on a classified with an impossibly cute girl in a video.

Of course, it was not the girl on the video that I met. Nowadays you can buy a video from anybody on the internet and pay in many ways including webcam tokens. Now I understand why people in pictures or videos hold an identifying sign upside down or mirror image. They have no clue what it is.

But she is young and most of her body is up to standard; she is from my city with the same accent. She did what she was supposed to do but without GFE. I was going on and on. On the missionary, I was telling myself I did what I had to do and now's the time to come. She thanked me for my hard work. We laughed. Because of that, I was looking for her the next week in the same situation.

I was lied to; another girl Sandy turned up despite the promise. I was politely telling the girl that I was looking for someone else while doing a U-turn to the door. Then I noticed her bikini starting from her breasts. It was totally unexpected; usually, I will be looking for model skinny types or schoolgirl types. But she is not bad at all, a half plus-size model maybe. She is tall and if she losses a few pounds all over her face will be a lot more beautiful.

I decided to stay when my eyes never left her bikini top. Then I went for her breasts. They didn't disappoint as she is mid-twenties at most; she is a bit thick so her girls are big and natural. She was surprisingly GFE that I didn't pay for and didn't expect.

She just stood there waiting for me to undress. I just had the chance to pull her down to sit on my lap. She just did it without hesitation. That was the beginning of a great feast. I just kissed her how I liked it and whenever I liked it. I went up and down on her and then turned her around. She just did it, even with the prediction on her own initiative.

When it was time to blow I recognized the way she looked at my cock. She looked at it the same way when I first undressed. She wasn't calculating how much work she had to do or how uncomfortable she would be. She was fixated. She just grabbed my cock and suck away without giving me the chance to change my sitting position.

With that much GFE and kissing, my missionary was going too well, lasting not as long as last time. After I finished she wouldn't let me go with both her arms around my waist. She was still fucking me. I wasn't responding like a blowup doll. I couldn't respond. She was doing the missionary on her own at the bottom. It was minutes until she gave up, saying softly," Mmm, so fast!". She sounds like a little girl complaining while I ran out of candy.

Weeks later, I figured out that it could be a totally different story. The hometown girl got my request but passed it to Sandy. I was too thick and too much hard work. So Sandy was expecting a handsome guy that last a long time with a big equipment, she told me twice about it, not absolutely big but relatively for my 120 pounds. This was exactly what she wanted and I delivered, except for the lasting bit, lol.

They left and I couldn't take another promise from the agent. I tried another agent who got me Apple. I couldn't remember any girl who was riding on me looked at me so desirably and then kissed me with so much smile and love.

And so I decided to keep my long fluffy hair. I don't care if Americans call me gay. The rest of the world calls American males ugly. We have Speedo Superbrief and they have knee length wetsuits for swimming. I don't care if it's embarrassing going to PTA meetings. I don't care if I am mistaken again as another student when I walk with my kids in high school. I don't care if schoolgirls smile at me like I'm a driving senior when I am just stopping my car for kids to cross safely.

BTW, when I went down to the scoreboard during a home game, I saw two women who seemed to be trying to outdo one another. One had a beautiful face with very nice makeup under the spotlights. She looked like an ex-cheerleader. The other not as beautifully madeup but bared her shoulders and arms in a chilly fall evening. They were sitting face to face and I was about the only person who could see them competing.

These happened within a week or two; my appetite grew and grew. I stared at the classified without much selection until I caught my eyes on a pair of tits. These would do; these would be the bottom line if nothing else. Indeed there wasn't much else. She wasn't even showing off her assets at the door, wearing a T-shirt. But I had faith in her advertising. She is young and thick so that advertised pair could easily be hers.

She was a bit amateur and unprepared. Her room wasn't too tidy, hair a bit messy, no makeup to speak of. She will be called ugly in high school but she isn't a real turnoff. She wears a bracelet and her breath wasn't that good!

She's not the type of girl you would associate with well grooming and trendy with makeup. But all of a sudden she told me her armpit hair wasn't perfectly shaved on doctors order, something like that. She surprised herself by my staying and wanted to keep me coming back.

After I explored all her assets, the only way to salvage the date was to go for her ass. She accepted my offer and trusted me with the extra donation so I didn't need to get out of bed to fetch the money. She told me she hadn't done it for a while and it was hard work to get in. Actually, I wasn't in. I was barely in and out of her sphincter.

I wasn't sure why she didn't bring out the lubrication. Maybe she wanted me to feel the best value for money. Maybe she wanted to do it all naturally without aid. I knew she wasn't doing too well but she seemed to be okay under me. Instead of continuous torture, I decided to deliver one sharp shot to get it over with, to get totally inside. She screamed! Not very loud but like being slaughtered or tortured. So I checked on her under me to see that she was doing okay. She was and decided to bring out the lubrication she had it in the nightstand drawer all along. She worth every cent I gave her.

Then I met this small real blonde girl who looked like a high schoolgirl at 20 something. After I put down the money on the table, she walked into me and kissed me like a girlfriend. Well, the sort of girlfriend who kisses as in chick movies. I saw her a few times because I loved to kiss her whenever I wanted, particularly when I am about to come. There's natural attraction, or, the lack of repulsion.

The last time I saw her, she told me I was amazing when we cuddled after. I didn't know what to response, smiling. it off. And then when we kissed goodbye, she repeated it louder and more seriously to make sure I got it. Yes, I was getting better and better in these few weeks and that's why I was so active.

In between meeting the blonde, an elusive spinner on my radar turned up. There is one and only one girl whose pictures made me horny every time. But her face is too exotic for my taste. Still, I saw her several time, each time telling myself that I wasn't coming back and looking for a prettier girl. This elusive spinner may fit the bill.

In my mind, I rehearsed many times all the things I wanted to do to her. When I met her at the door, I was a bit disappointed and my script went up in smoke. She didn't have the killer body I wanted though not far away. Her face is a bit plain though I prefer her to the one I wanted to replace - The Schoolgirl.

I began to kiss her to break her ice. She was unlike the blonde who took the initiative and clung to me like a girlfriend. She was only responding in kind. I thought that's it until I tried again later more forcefully. She opened up her mouth for some tongue engagement and maintained the lingering kiss lingering.

When I was going up and down her body, I realized that she is better than my first impression. Her perfect pedicure on her pictures didn't look that perfect because her legs aren't model long. But then they are so small and cute, and spotlessly clean. I began to give her a foot massage, not only using my hands obviously. I also bit her irresistible bottom, gentle at first so as not to alarm her, and then harder and harder. I always ain't big on dinning. But on her, licking wasn't enough. Somehow I started vacuuming her and pulling her lips with my lips. I could hear her faintly saying, "Oh fuck!". I didn't know it was passion or desperation.

Her blowjob was well coached. It's all an act but a good act. Her eye makeovers were targeted at this angle looking me very sexily. She practised enough to look natural and nothing seems too exaggerated, even though she was moving up and down like a crouching tiger and her eyes were giving out lasers. When I had seen it all and felt it all, I told her to get the condom. Actually, I went to fetch my own. She asked me if I needed it immediately. I didn't know what to say. That's when she carried on ... and on... and on. She must have loved it, or she was trying to soften me up, bringing me closer to climax to save her pussy.

When she was riding me, she was low as a racing jockey. But she wasn't trying to stay close to kiss me, lol. Now I realize what she was simply doing. I think I got the feeling of a woman at the bottom. She was doing the rough missionary on top of me. What a change! More than that, she would gyrate to the sides too. She came on me very strongly, not worrying at all that I would come too early. Indeed, I think she rode harder and harder, wishing that I would come earlier.

It didn't seem like that she would let go. So I lifted her whole body up while she was riding me. Usually, I would rise up carefully and put her head near the end of the bed without pulling out from her. But she was instinctively alarmed when the earth moved under her. Somehow she managed to stay on the pillow side of the bed.

I carried on what she did, with me at the top this time. It took a long time since she wouldn't kiss. There was one last thing I wanted to do. I asked if I could come in her mouth. It should be included for the BBBJ but I wasn't sure after putting on the condom. Instead of saying yes, she got up and we pulled the condom together quick. When I was about to come I doubted if that was a good idea. I had a big load then and I usually come in waves. I doubted if I could finish all in there. When I glanced at her I was relieved a bit. She was using her lips to form a tight seal on my faucet. She knew enough not to let go until I finished the full load. 

Apple

My eyes were on Y for a while. When the time comes I picked up the phone. Before I told the agent my selection, he texted me pictures of a lot of girls available. Apple was near the top and I couldn't forget her when I scrolled down. So I picked her instead.

I met Chanel II at a bad time. I couldn't see her again for a couple of months and I decided not to see her again for the next couple of months until I am sure I can get back into her grace with a plan. Anyway, her face is not a shockingly beautiful as Chanel without the minor plastic enhancement. But she is model material once you met her, even though she advertised as the girl next door. She is young and on top of her game, just like Chanel when she first came out. With so many girls on offer, I favored them because we have the same accent. It's much easier to talk dirty or tell them exactly what to do with less awkwardness.

It was like love at first sight. I couldn't stop smiling because Apple is oozing with youth, just like her picture. From the way she looked at me and the smile, I am pretty sure she wasn't pretending. After the agent introduced us, she grabbed my hand and held it high up, leading me into the bedroom. It was like in a ballroom. She picked her dance partner, rushed to grab me, showed off as if saying, "he's mind!".

She was tinier than I thought; I found out when we hugged. And I was surprised we had the same accent. She is pretty alright, but her picture was taken when she was 18. It wasn't bad at all. She is just 23, the same as Chanel when she left me. She needed a little makeup so she is still oozing with youth, to match her youthful outfit. She is not model material with a bit of mileage showing. But her BMI is my ideal, well proportioned and I loved her fallen angel feel. At 23, she has no hesitation to take off her clothes in bright light standing straight up, and she has no reason to.

I gave her my well-received 003-condom but since she doesn't do BBBJ she put on her own non-lubricated one first. She changed it later though.

We stared at each other, appreciating, while she was riding me. It was like love growing after first sight. Then she got close to my face and kissed me. And again, deeper.

My erection was strong and I could have hanged on forever like that; I told her my brother loved her so much. All good things have to end though. She asked me to get on top and give her a good fuck. (OK, I added the 2nd half.)

Once I was in position, I couldn't help but to DFK her. I didn't pay for GFE and it was never offered or promised. But I just did it without resistance. Indeed, she was very cooperating and it felt like she was encouraging it.

We kissed so much that I felt I lose concentration down there and didn't come for a long time, even though I was swimming like a dolphin on top of her. I took my mouth off hers, pressed my face on her face like dirty dancing, in order to take a breath and to concentrate on my thrust. But then I would miss her kisses and went back vacuuming her. It was my dilemma and I went back and forth many few times. She couldn't sync with my fast switches and gave me the lips when I gave her my face, and vice versa. But there wasn't any problem with kissing on each other's faces and then went mouth to mouth or face to face.

At the end, she asked where I live (she is local), my age (I said many dozens but I could have said I am old enough to adopt her.), and typed her personal number on my phone.  I pressed the wrong button after I went home and lost it. But we will meet again. In case we don't, she wasn't even my initial choice.

Mrs Player did look half her age. But I think I am worse. I was too busy to even cut my hair. My system wasn't functioning 100% and I had no time to fix it. Though my hair remains stylish following the last cut. Now I was a bit like the Beetles. The surprising outcome is that my jet black hair grows longer, covering my salt and pepper. Maybe I should keep long and fluffy hair. I'm not a banker or professional dealing directly with the public. It's a little bit embarrassing like when in high school with my kid, one of those handling flyers say to the other, "he's the father", telling his partner not to treat me as another student. Do I look that old?

They say the Internet would have eliminated dictatorship, but it only made me cry. The last time I cried was at the funeral of my uncle when I was a tiny kid. Our family wasn't close but they lived in an apartment several storeys above us. He is also my first school Principle. He has like 5 kids so we weren't close at all but I felt a personal connection. But mainly it was the funeral music.

OK, maybe I cried more than I remembered because of kid stuff. But I didn't remember I was so sad that I had to cry. Once when I was small I cried because my mother offered a closer sleeping place to her to my little brother at grandma's house. I remembered grandma told me not to cry. It was maybe the last time I saw her alive.

The Internet is trouble when you can stream any music or anything ever existed at any time anywhere. In the golden age of TV, if you missed the last episode of the final season due to exams after following the series for years,  that's that and you have a hole forever in your mind.

Being sentimental, I seldom listen to my favourite old songs. I could have listened to the album for hours while reminiscing what I was doing when the music first came out. That wasn't difficult at all. I was half the globe away from home most of the time without my type of CD's, TV or radio stations.

The Internet is trouble when the hottest idol type singers of my time were dead due to overdose, suicide or cancer. Listening to their songs has different feelings and meanings.

I discovered in a Youtube vintage video that the Bad Guy and the Good Guy actually made up on stage. The GY is a much better singer and he wrote beautiful songs too. But the BG was much more popular and lasted longer. During a BG's concert, he sang a GY's song and praised him night after night until he appeared one night and finished the song together.

Fuck, the song is beautiful but this two hottest idol is about my age if they were not long dead! The GY overdosed probably because people forgot about him and his songs. The BG broke a lot of records for a singer, formally retired, went on to became a movie star and broke more records. He jumped from a hotel window obviously because he didn't save enough of his money and his life was not worth living anymore. I totally understand if he has no kids nor close family members. His fair-weather friends were long gone. Only very rich women wanted to keep him as a trophy, and gay lovers too.

Youtube has a habit of carrying you down the rabbit hole. This time it was a different kind of concert. It was 12 days of retirement concerts for the music godfather, 12 thousand seats each. It was just last year instead of the concerts that I missed decades ago. And he was like 90.

The story goes that godfather started performing in a nightclub many many years ago and went on to own the music scene totally until he retired. Actually, the job lasted about 6 months and then he left for America to study, a feast that no ordinary families can afford. He is the opposite of the King. His pop-country style of music was so dominant that rock and rap remains a tiny fraction. He was in charge of music in the dominant TV station in the golden age of TV. He composed every TV theme song, which sold much more than others. And I am always surprised how many other songs he composed for record labels and movie.

Retirement at 90? I would think somebody used him to make money. Anyway, most of his star singers were long retired. But those who got invitations could not resist or excuse. They returned from all over the world. Whether your career ended well, there's no excuse not to come and honour this man.

The young idols now came as respectable grandmas and grandpas! For those too old to sing or dead, they were replaced by the new generation of idols, who came with a tint of the style of those they replaced, and sang almost like the original song!

No money was spared making everybody so stylish. Some grandmas still have their angelic voice. Some dudes are still so cool as Mike Jagger. Some come as their very middle-aged self with glamorous suits. I don't remember some singers at all. And I remember some who never made it that big, but one of their songs made it.

What can I say? As time goes by ...

And I was wrong. It was never too old to come. The biggest stars have to be over a 100 hundred by now. But they must have been using a big team of movie special effect makeup artists. These stars looked like they are still in their 40's! And they can still sing as they were.

The biggest impact to me are those new idols whose jobs are to perform some classic songs where the original singers were not there for various reasons. Not only that they sang well, if not better, their interpretation was close to the original including their looks, with a modern twist. The contrast is so big for time has passed.

You have to admit you are old when these kids remembered that they were listening to godfather's songs every day for kids' programs and then every evening with the whole family during dinner and after. Now they are so grown up and so gorgeous. So many memories.

A young boy started singing one of the Good Guy's greatest hits. I don't even know godfather composed it. There's no resemblance in the face, hair or outfit, but you can easily imagine the same young boy singing the same song. It was an extremely motivational song, about reaching for the sky. Fuck, he wasn't even my favourite idol. His ending was so sad, so forgettable. My aim was so high. I went through so many ups and downs. I still have so many people and things to take care, to struggle through. The song was so good, so familiar and gave me so much spirit, at the same time I cannot forget that the singer died a forgettable, miserable death. Fuck, I cannot suppress my burst out crying.

I think it was like the singer / composer who went to listen to Vincent. But she wrote a song for that. I just cried.

Being a lot more popular, more than one idol sang the Bad Guy's songs, and they all pick my favourite. Not the hit song he started his fame, though I had fond memories singing with my girlfriend parting at the airport. Not the hit he wrote for his own retirement, a tribute to the song that made him famous. It was the theme song of the first movie of the trilogy he was the lead actor. That movie is legendary. It was about childhood friends who sacrificed themselves heroically shoulder to shoulder for a better tomorrow.

I tried to sing along but my voice cracked and my throat blocked. I was too emotional to carry on.

Although I have few childhood friends or any friends left. It brought back memories. Perhaps it was the memory that I actually missed the legendary movie when I was far far away from home when everybody I know watched. It was the treasured things I missed in my life.

Barbara

Her old man must be so happy when Barbara went home and gave him and her brother the latest iPhone.

But I'm sure he will still be turning in his grave if he knows how Barbara got her money. I'm so sad for him but luckily he wouldn't know.

You can tell Barbara grew up in a struggling family. She didn't have perfect teeth and her hair is in a mess to this day. She didn't go to college, probably none of her siblings do. In a way, she is neglected. She didn't have a boyfriend until 18 because "nobody wants me". I can understand because her face, her hair, and how she carries herself are all not to be proud of.

Her old man must be so proud and happy. Now Barbara comes of age, spread her own wings, survived in LA, and even have spare money for expensive gifts. If he only knows. Am I the only one who carried the world's sorrow from ancient times to present?

But then again Barbara told me to live a little. She had enough growing up and now she is happy. She didn't turn into a swan but her body is like a sex doll. She is experimenting all sorts of kinky things. She has a sugar daddy who wants to be more like her boyfriend. She has regulars for massage and S&M. And in between sugar daddies, she came out to play escort.

I seldom went for that, but her natural tits look great on screen. So I went up to take a look, preparing to quit if she looks awful. To my surprise, she looked like a ragged doll because of her hair. I was relieved that she was my type and couldn't stop myself putting on a great smiled, as I usually do. Not being totally confident of herself, she thinks I may be laughing at her for something, probably her hair. I wasn't. I was totally happy with her, her ragged doll look, great tits, and even her strange behavior of never taking off her ankle socks.

She is not the model type, maybe a little Baywatch. She isn't beautiful. But she is so sweet and did I say that she looks exactly like a clueless schoolgirl? And she is one of the rare younger girls who allow you to record videos. Wow, anything to immortalize yourself digitally will not be expensive!

Well, the total package is expensive and I won't jump into it if it was not her. She won the audition when I met her first time, even though she didn't do much. We didn't even kiss. But her tits are really great, and her waist is really narrow. She has a gorgeous bottom. Not model legs but totally lickable. Her skin is smooth and you can feel the very fine short almost invisible body hair all over.

She delivered everything I asked for and more. I got it all on video. I got horny whenever I took out my phone and watch her in action. So I booked her the next week. I had a plan. She thought I was doing video and she was all prepared, lipsticks and glamorous bikini. But I wasn't. The only reason was that I asked her detailed dress sizes and shoe sizes. Email, calls, PM, text, nothing usually works. I missed several chances and I wasn't letting her slip by.

When I was done, she held my hands and told me a lot of things about herself. She is the 4th working girl I know who is getting a real estate license. I know three of them just before the last bubble. Should I write a paper for the Nobel price or should I make a bet for the next bubble?

At the end, she wiped off her lipsticks on my face and I did the same to her. I got it from her lips and her face got it from my lips.

Usually, I get the whole schoolgirl outfit in a package.  This time they couldn't deliver it on time. So I ordered separately. Other than the skirt, the rest are the real thing, not from sex shops. Often you will be disappointed when the girl put your gift on. It's all your fantasy but it's them who have to fit.

Barbara is amazing in the outfit. I couldn't have been more right. So I did some pervert things on her that I wouldn't do to any other schoolgirl. And got it all on video.

As for her, she just likes the outfit too much and she didn't want to take it off.  My plan was to take it back, do the laundry, and bring it back when I feel the need to. And take more pervert videos. She promised she would bring the outfit back. But it wasn't practical as there are 7 pieces, top, skirt, panties, a pair of socks and a pair of shoes. Anyway, I let her keep it. I can get some more but I can't any better than this outfit. I should be a consultant.

But I also have a plan. I took care to do the laundry first so there isn't any odor left on the new clothes. After she wore them, the only odor will be hers, enough for me to sniff for a while, while watching her videos. It had to be next time.

BTW there is a non-US documentary about pedophile on Amazon or Netflix. I would say it's trying to justify sex with teens with a different name for that. They even show off pretty pretty teens to prove the point. Whatever the motive, I got the message that whatever you find sexy stays with you. And that I agree. 

PIcked up by a woman

When I was changing diapers, I told myself, "there go my next 18 years of life". I didn't see how I find a way out to become a happy single man again, but in m silly mind I had hope when my babies all have grown up on their own, I may have my life back again.

That was not silly at all. Finally, I gave up my classic car, the only remaining symbol of the part of my life that was long gone. My main commute has a much smaller gas tank, and the refill warning was much too tame compared to the seat belt warning. I ran out of gas in a drive-by area. I was so lucky I drove off the freeway just in time to park the car off the road.

There was a gas station there according to Google Map but it was long gone. So I walked 20 min, brought the last 2 gal gas tank, finally filled it after rejection by the pump because they have no chip reader. Actually, few gas stations have chip readers. So you can imagine how the credit card fault detection unit treat the area.

Then I marched back along the traffic, hoping someone with a rotten pickup truck will pick me up; I was so obvious. But then again I wouldn't pick up a stranger no matter what. There is the roadside assistance for that if he can wait.

Then I noticed that a huge SUV/VAN was coming up the driveway and the woman was watching me. She was about the age of Chris Jenner but without the sex appeal. Of all people, she stopped and offered me a ride. She was even prepared to drive to the gas station to fill my tank. But I already have done that. I was on my way back to my car.

I think she thought that I was local, waked up one evening and found that the leaking truck was out of gas. Then I picked up a plastic tank and walked to the gas station to get some. Being a drive-by area, there were huge mansions and junkyards. Such as lovely place.

The ride lasted a minute or two, for I was almost there without knowing it. I asked her to drop me off right there but she parked properly and spotted my car for me. I sincerely thanked her and went our separate ways.

Seriously, would you pick me up? I don't think she wanted to have sex with me but the sex appeal cannot be denied, lol. I don't think she's trying to help fellow senior citizens; she was treating me like a young man, who is probably the around the same age as her.

The other day, on a dark desert highway, I had a little time left and stopped by to have a quickie to ease my frustration. Nowadays there is a fake picture epidemic. The Russians do it. The Chinese, Koreans do it. Everybody is doing it. We are back to square one despite the internet. I asked for girl A before, when the agent gave me girl B. This time I asked for girl B but was surprised to find girl C . C was nothing like B, who is more delicate. I told C I was looking for another girl and began to turn back to the door. It was then I noticed that C's face is decently put together. She should be considered pretty with little makeup on. She isn't model material but looks great in a bikini. Honestly, I don't mind little thicker legs and bigger butts.

I was so glad I stayed. In no time we were like starting an affair having sex the first time. She wasn't some MILF, but only in her twenties tops. I was vacuuming her and pounding her as soon as we undressed. I swear I worked hard a long time before I came. But she wouldn't let me go. With strong arms around my waist, she fucked me in the missionary position when I was on top doing nothing. I was still hard for a little while after I came. But when I became soft, she stopped fucking me and her whole body language said, "frustration". She wasn't hiding any frustration, like a kid who dropped her lollipop. She even asked me to go again. Even though I couldn't, she still complimented my size. This was our moment, our past, and we have no future. We both know that she was on a short visit. That didn't stop me from asking her name and she gave me one.

And some years back I took my kid to school with 3 teachers fighting for me - one cute headmaster, one teacher helper and one very young substitute teacher, who was most aggressive. The last time I saw her she was holding my kid's hand alone in the parking lot waiting for me. I can only guess they don't want to work their ass off there, but instead want to turn into suburban housewives like most women around them.

And then there was the very stylish Target manager. She was a bit subtle. But honestly, in the slow evenings, I saw her walking around the checkouts enough times that I figured out she was the manager without any other clues? The supermarket manager is less subtle. She tried to chat me up from time to time. Well, she is a bit supermarket but I am not picky.

The moral of the story is, have kids in your 20's, and when they can stand firmly on their own, you still can have a great single life, or a super-secret life like me, lol.

Moved, but not convinced

Finally, the documentary about trafficking in the US was made and released in 2017. On this net neutrality day, I would like to comment; I doubt if I would bother anymore if nobody will be paying to come across my opinion in a thousand years.

There are two brave victims coming forward. I can only comment on one of them; the type of girls I could have met in my turf.

I am totally moved by her experience. I understand why so many State Attorney Generals want to close down Backpages. Now I'm for it. It was closed earlier in the year with fanfare. I did know the CEO was arrested. I think lawsuits are still going on.

Previously, I wasn't against closing down BP but I doubt about the effect. What's the point when they shut down Craigslist, people move to BP? Girls who advertise on BP are seen as inferior in my turf. More like desperate. Red Book was shut down because people were involved in offline activities. But if you close down BP, is the whole internet escort business at risk? That I have to defend.

I recall I might have read about the victim before. She was like kidnapped at random and then sold for sex on BP long term. At the time I think this is the exception and there's little to do with selling sex on the internet. It is the random act of kidnapping an all-American girl that would outrage any Americans, making US into a 3rd world country. Be it for sex or anything else. LE will solve it the best they can. And they did. But it was the parents who kept searching online and recognized her ad.

I still think this case is the exception than the rule. But the authorities and the media failed me. Why would they try to convince people that there is a large-scale trafficking going on? The facts don't justify the numbers. The results of raids also justify my thinking. When LE managed to catch dozens of people, most likely they couldn't find any trafficking victims. And when they claim they have one or two, they fail to provide details.

Instead, they should concentrate on the victims. One is too many. The documentary did a good job, other than the routine claim on the scale of the problem. There is also the story of a flight attendant who rescued a trafficking victim. So you might ask if she is the brightest FA in the land or trafficking by air is so rare?

Often criminals are so stupid that they plot their own inevitable demise. Even in 3rd world countries, there are so many ways to get girls working there's no reason for outright kidnapping. Even criminals have their code of conducts.

The criminals who kidnapped the victim should have thought that family and friends and supporters of the victim will search for her until the world ends and that every LE will go after them with or without daughters of their own. Even worst for the criminals, every state AG went after the big money too ending in the collapse of an empire. Now, who will be punished severely by all the pimps on BP who lost big money?

Maybe the CEO was thinking like me too. One exception doesn't justify shutting down the whole business, "helping" so many people. It doesn't matter for me though. I don't use it.

Without BP, it will be harder to make big money and there is less motive to become traffickers. I'm all for it. But then will the die hard traffickers hide the victims down the 18th level of hell?

Now CityVibe has been trying to copy Craiglist and now is pretty much like BP. What's the difference in principle? What can CV do if people move their ad to CV? CV even tried to start it's own review site. It was closed and rumors have it that they were warned by LE that would be crossing the line by playing both sides.

Reviews are actually a good thing. You cannot move around without trace when you depend on words of mouths. People don't just want a piece of prime cut meat. You all know about GFE. The private emails I receive for comments were amazing. "Is she passionate?"  WTF!? I don't know you and I don't know how you look and how you smell. You may be lucky if she even agrees to kiss you.

BTW, this may be a better way for reviews. I don't use TER anymore. You can't get the whole truth for public comments. It's better than nothing but I get bored about the person before I met her. The other site basically allows you to make a positive reference, and negative too. For details, you are encouraged to talk privately. Those who refuse to talk are very suspicious one way or the other. The site gets money by charging for the PM's and of course, the classifieds.

I noticed recently that CV is deleting the amounts from the advertisements. It is a big inconvenience because you know that the pictures are fake when they charge for $180 an hour. And before that previously popular words like GFE was all missing.

Bucket List

It may not be good because I have none. My little celebration on an average day may be on other's bucket list. That is when I have money to spare.

I spent trunks of my life being local around the globe. I've been to exotic places in people's dreams but I have no desire to return. It was overrated. I have a habit of roaming the world with my heart detached. If you want to go somewhere for the honeymoon, saved up years for somewhere, that's where your heart is. Without that, it would be more awesome to spend quality time with your kids.

I've also been to the Islands several times. I didn't look forward to it except the first time many years ago. And I have seen worse. A lone man checked in right before us. Apparently, he has nothing much to do for his vacations. He checked in the same hotel every time, alone.

What always gets me is the kids of Make a Wish Foundation. Little people have little desires. They may be happy going to Hawaii or Disney when they would be missing so many things average people take for granted.

Maybe I would be more like the woman in Five-O. Found some soul mate to accompany her on the last leg of her journey and got married. Visited friends and family. Guest appearance in her old friend's club when she could have started the career of a singer. A speed ride on a police car with sirens on.

Yes, I do wish and expect to have grandkids. But that would be one step at a time. After spending time with my kids, my dad told me the next step would be seeing the little boy carrying his backpack into kindergarten. He never made it. But I'm sure he had few regrets. His life story is rich and colorful and he went through it successfully with flying colors.

The one people I admire is David Bowie. Yes, he is very successful and he changed the world. I don't care much about that because I'm not his big fan. I wish I could be like him, prepared well for the eventual mortality. All his loved ones are well-taken care of. He had time to reflect on his mortality and made an album for it.

Hopefully, I'm far from preparing for the end of my journey. But being idle than I used to be got me thinking about things. I always told myself I have few regrets and I'm ready to leave anytime. An eternal rest will be fine for me. But with more thoughts into it, it would be hard to say goodbye. It's OK if there's afterlife too. I could meet my dad and my dog. That's why religion is so attractive. I don't care much about heaven and hell because like puppies in a house full of dog food, I don't have to be mean and struggling. I have few enemies if any. My mistakes are childish and self-inflicting.

The reason for being idle is that, what's the point of fucking other women when you found a model material? I've memories of a few, but two belongs to the type who would suck and wouldn't let go if you let them. The 1st time I was shocked. So I went to see her again in days. After I satisfied all my desires within her limits, I would like to see her again but there's always tomorrow. Then she was gone. The next time I saw her I was out of it. Her face didn't match her perfect body.

The recent model material is less perfect but more natural. Again I was shocked into seeing her again in a week. I bathed her and kissed (actually with tongue more like licking) her everywhere I wanted. I had to say it again, her legs are awesome. Why would I see anybody again? She didn't charge that much more. If she charged anymore she would be waiting for calls most of the time instead of working full time. That's player's economics 101.

But why I don't see her more often? What else is there to achieve? If I'm horny she is the best choice. I usually got horny when I think about sex and watch pretty pictures of the classified kind. But there's no point because she beat them all. If I repeat I could wait when I have a better schedule or I have more money to spare. She isn't the type that will get into more personal relationships like Chanel. She is your girlfriend, but not after the hour.

But then Chanel is not at all easy. I had time and money and got her personal number at the end after an on and off relationship. I'm not currently in the position to win her over. Even if I am, I might be trying those sugar baby websites. I just like adventures.

And there are always many other ways to have fun. Like my private video star. I could zoom in where I'm licking kissing. I asked for takes after takes when I wasn't satisfied with my DFK performance. And then there were the little friends with tits that I couldn't let go of, whether it is my fingers or lips. And then there's the fuller body model material that I could bang her bending down. I watched every minute of it at the mirror in a perfect alignment with the dresser she was bending down on. In the end, I made so many noises like in a tug of war.

Kono

CBS, I'm not renewing your All Acess without advertisement for the new season. After all, I subscribed to you because after binge watching 6 seasons of Hawaii 5O on Netflix, I decided to follow the 7th season directly on CBS. If I waited, I would have started season 7th now.

Now that Kono is gone,  it's not the same anymore. I don't have a crush on her but she's the most pleasing to the eyes of all the regular cast. Being able to wear a bikini helps. Watching her growing through her prime years made her family. And I am not watching anymore out of respect.

I watch the first few episodes of 5O live, maybe just two. Then I forgot all about it. I cut TV and movies. I remembered she was so fresh and young. I remembered her smile and of course bikini. But I doubt if a cast like this can survive the 1st season. Her chests are small and her face is asymmetric Maybe enough Americans have good taste.

After I binge watched Burn Notice and then some, I remembered five-o. I was so surprised that the series was thriving, and was still going strong. You know, it's not exciting to binge watch series with one or two seasons, just to watch them going down.

Damn it, if I only knew. I went to the islands 4 times but I never went to Oahu. 3 of the times it was the season break and I could have visited the set. Whenever I picked the islands, I asked myself, "why would I go to Oahu? To visit Pearl Harbor?" So I never went there. But Pearl Harbor memorial stares at me whenever I watch.

Looking back, the first season began to look like a low budget production as time went on. But then things began to look better and better. They wrote their own music, big guest stars, expensive sport car sponsors. It's a long way from Burn Notice where they drove small Hyundais. I suppose they have other big sponsors like the local hotel chains.

I think the director has a crush on her, and he like small chests. All of the females do not have big chests. Kono always got hits left and right, from the super rich villains to the ordinary geeks.

I can safely say Kono made history as a cop in a bikini on a surfboard pursued a female criminal in a bikini also on a surfboard. And the chase resulted in an arrest on the waves.

She also defeated a guided bullet intended for McGuyer, by blocking its path with her bulletproof vest.

She held her big guns well and her fight scenes were all OK. If you want to see how bad it can be, see the director of CIA in McGuyer in season 1. She was fired before the end of the season.

Not only is she a sharpshooter, she is a fast shooter too. Coming out of a bag, she shot about 6 guys with guns surrounding her before they can fire a single round.

She was obviously on and off in season 5. Maybe she was negotiating her salary or she was pregnant. She would appear for a short while in some indoor scenes far from Hawaii. I was so happy that she came back full time. But then not for long.

A hui hou, my darling.